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35 lines
941 B
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Executable File
Feel the pressure rise
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Hear the whistle blow
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Bought a ticket of her own accord
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To, I don't know
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Packed your heart in a travellin' bag
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And never said bye bye
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Something missing in the neighborhood
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Of her cryin' eyes
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I stirred my coffee with the same spoon
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Knew her favorite tune
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Gone shootin'
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My baby's gone shootin'
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Wrapped herself around
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Like a second skin
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Backed her favorite nag
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But she could never win
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I took an offer in another town
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She took another pill
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She was runnin' in an overdrive
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A victim of overkill
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She never made it past the bedroom door
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What was she aiming for?
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Gone shootin'
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She's gone
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Gone, gone, gone
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Gone shootin'
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My baby's gone shootin'
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Look out, woo
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(Gone shootin') How am I gonna get her down?
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(Gone shootin') Ow, look out, look out, look out
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(Gone shootin') I shouldn't get in her way
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(Gone shootin') Ah, she sure is loaded
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(Gone shootin') She's gone, gone, gone, gone, she's gone
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(Gone shootin')
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I used to love her so |